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The Homestretch
I know it's confusing and pretentious jargon but I'm going to throw it out there anyways
MAke our children from pills of plastic
1 pill 1 child of machinery, 1 splintered cell of our restless ilk
don’t take 1 or 2 make sure you take 2.5
mold you child to the auto-Adonis, a wilted rose growing
not in your arms
but the manifold of machinery fingers
Settle down…What for America?
Fleur-de-lis of rubber remnant let flow
Along the threadbare of your asphalt Lethe
And hop into my car or let die
Your sea, your vista
The imago of you
I don’t see the America
We gave birth to
I see your mask of ivory
No fruit of loins
Crisp like phalluses of old
Winded like the dynasty of Rome
I see four 50’s and a new century…dead
4 jackasses 1 Bush and a myriad of elephants in leotards of rouge
Naked strata growing and not wilting
Like the flower it has killed
A Kerouac not mad
A martyr missing
A world trampled and looking for a fix
plaster print of ‘pretty’
On all the faces of the ugly
That were as beautiful as soul
And now as plastic as your mind
So hop into my car and ride into the night
Madness won’t find us in the river
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Nerd uprising-loyal follower
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